I went to take a walk in my neighborhood to wake up, since I am really suffering from the beast known as jet-lag. As I was walking past the house across the street, some dogs started barking at me. I figured they were chained up or behind a fence, so I kept walking.
On the way back, I had to pass the house again. The dogs started barking again, and growling, and although it was dark, I could see them start to move towards me. No, run towards me. Growling. Barking. Running. I’m thinking, This is the part where I make the Chronicle.
The funny thing is, I had no idea what to do. Animals adore me; I’m known for making friends with even the most reticent or difficult creatures. This was an entirely new situation. I had no experience to fall back on, only the adage “dogs can smell fear” running through my head as fast as the dogs running toward me.
I didn’t run. I kept walking, but turned my head towards them and said loudly and firmly, “NO. STAY.”
They stopped. All three of them stopped dead in their tracks. One last bark, one low growl. I made it back to my front door.
Once inside, I sat down and trembled. How lucky I am, and how awake.